The first thing is the taste.
The dishes on the white porcelain plates are just the right amount of saltiness, as if they have been carefully prepared. You can feel the unique flavor in every bite, which is very memorable.
The second is taste.
The ingredients on the white porcelain plate present a perfect balance. It has a soft and tender texture while maintaining a certain chewiness. This wonderful combination makes chewing a pleasure.
The food on the celadon plate was obviously inferior. The lean meat was obviously woody, while the fat was too soft and greasy, making it difficult to appetite.
The last step is knife skills and plating.
Every piece of food on the white porcelain plate is cut evenly and delicately and arranged neatly, showing the chef's superb skills.
The ones on the celadon plate look messy and have no aesthetic appeal at all.
Mu Xingzhi put down his chopsticks and wrote a big "cloud" on the white paper. His calligraphy was smooth and elegant, with lines arranged in an orderly manner. Each stroke revealed a unique charm, giving people a sense of free and detached beauty.
Ji Huai finished writing on the paper before he even ate. It was also the word "cloud". He looked at Mu Xingzhi's handwriting next to it, then looked at his own, and pursed his thin lips into a straight line.
The manager read the rules again, and after confirming that no one had written them wrong, he asked the waiters to collect all the papers and count them in public.
"The first one is a cloud." The manager showed the paper in his hand to everyone.
"The second one, clouds."
"The third one..."
Five consecutive votes were cast for Yun Yuan. Yan Xiaoman's face became paler and paler, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
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